His face turned white.
The judge opened the folder.
Inside were photographs.
Bank records.
Medical reports.
Text messages.
Voice-transcript printouts.
And one document that immediately caught the judge’s attention.
“What is this?” he asked.
I swallowed hard.
“It’s a DNA report.”
Vanessa’s smile disappeared.
Claudia sat upright.
Evan suddenly stood.
“That report is irrelevant.”
“Sit down, Mr. Reed,” the judge ordered.
The room grew tense as the judge continued reading.
The DNA report revealed something shocking.
The biological father of Vanessa’s unborn child was not Evan.
It was his own business partner.
But that was only the beginning.
The next section contained financial records showing millions of dollars secretly transferred into offshore accounts.
Accounts Evan had hidden during our divorce proceedings.
Then came the medical reports.
The judge’s expression darkened.
“These injuries occurred during your pregnancy?”
“Yes, Your Honor.”
“And you reported falling down stairs?”
I nodded.
“Because Evan threatened to take my baby if I told the truth.”
A gasp swept through the courtroom.
Evan slammed his hand on the table.
“She’s lying!”
But before he could continue, the judge lifted another document.
A transcript.
A recording.
One conversation Evan never knew existed.
“Play this,” I said.
The courtroom clerk pressed a button.
And Evan’s own voice echoed through the speakers.
“If Lily talks, nobody will believe her. By the time the baby is born, she’ll have nothing left.”
The courtroom froze.
Even Marcus looked horrified.
The judge slowly removed his glasses.
“Mr. Reed,” he said quietly, “I strongly suggest you stop speaking.”
